Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, August 15, 1917 by Various
page 56 of 61 (91%)
page 56 of 61 (91%)
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[Illustration: THE MAYOR AND CORPORATION OF SPARKLINGTON-ON-SEA SOLEMNLY TOUCHING WOOD ON THE OCCASION OF THEIR SENDING OUT TO THE PRESS A NOTICE THAT THEIR TOWN HAS NEVER SUFFERED FROM ENEMY AIR-RAIDS.] * * * * * V.A.D. There's an angel in our ward as keeps a-flittin' to and fro With fifty eyes upon 'er wherever she may go; She's as pretty as a picture and as bright as mercury, And she wears the cap and apron of a V.A.D. The Matron she is gracious and the Sister she is kind, But they wasn't born just yesterday and lets you know their mind; The M.O. and the Padre is as thoughtful as can be, But they ain't so good to look at as our V.A.D. She's a honourable miss because 'er father is a dook, But, Lord, you'd never guess it and it ain't no good to look For 'er portrait in the illustrated papers, for you see She ain't an advertiser, not _our_ V.A.D. Not like them that wash a tea-cup in an orficer's canteen And then "Engaged in War Work" in the weekly Press is seen; She's on the trot from morn to night and busy as a bee, And there's 'eaps of wounded Tommies bless that V.A.D. |
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